The field is ripe and yellow
Willing and desirous I am to go
The sun is high up in the sky
Scores of men ahead as I look with a sigh.
The master has been on the roll call
"Has He passed me by? " My joy grows cold
A still voice echoes, "Do you love me? "
Yes, Lord! Do I love Thy work more than Thee?
Psalm Sixty-three three comes alive
"Thy Loving-kindness is better than life"
No gain, no loss, nothing will let me annoy
If God's Love I recall, there I find my true joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem